End of the Punching Game.

''Wow, nice!'' The Inhumans looked impressed as the thundering sound of clapping filled the air.

Diana high-fived with others as she left the punching machine. The owner of the stall watched with his mouth agape. He even forgot to give them rewards. However, at this rate, all his stuffed animals would disappear.

''I guess it's my turn.'' Jonathan straightened his sleeves as he stepped toward the punching bag. After pressing several invisible buttons, his armor got sucked into the inventory. Now, he stood with his meager linen tunic, and fingerless gloves.

Everyone watched in silence.

''Whoo...'' Jonathan's fist protruded with veins as he smashed it against the punching bag. As his fingers touched the bag, he could feel a surge of power rushing through the febric.

THWACK!

The punching bag heavily moved backward. It looked like it got hit by a truck.

Everyone watched with racing hearts as the numbers raced toward the top.